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  When dark the day,
  When rough the way,
Grant solace for that hour;
To lean on thee, my staff, my stay,
To, patient, all thy will obey,
Vouchsafe the grace and power.

  When I must sleep
  The slumber deep
That knows, on earth, no waking,
My hand in thine I'd trustful keep;
Then, show to thy once wayward sheep,
The light eternal breaking.


THE HELPING HAND
Keep outstretched the helping hand,
Have the heart to understand
What the magic of a touch;
Heed thy Saviour's "Inasmuch";
His dear hand within thine own
All thy weakness shall atone.


THE MUSIC OF CHRISTMAS
I hear the merry voices of children in their glee,
The jingling of the sleighbells is melody to me,
While from the belfry wafted, in rhythm true and sweet,
The chimes the Christmas story to listening world repeat,

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